The morning meets me
she groans as she turns over to be met with the sun peaking through the window seal
one eye still closed and pressed against the pillow where her silk scarf lays
as she mumbles in her mind wondering the time she sees him getting dressed beside the bed
His midnight eyes watched her as she lay in bed, he found her fumbling with the beginnings of the morning to be cute.
They both smile at each other, saying with their silent mouths what doesn't need to be said out loud,
"is she a morning person?" he wondered in his mind.
He smiles, as he pulls the worn out jeans over his thighs, to hug at his hips.
He bends down to kiss her softly on the forehead, knowing that the morning is scared to Mia.
As wraps his arms around her body to communicate his longing to stay in the bed with her.
Mia has become a safe place to Brown. She was fiercely independent, and quiet. She was an embodiment of peace that felt like a storm. And he was intrigued by it all.
He admired her
As he left out of the door for work, Mia arose from the bed. She grabbed her robe and sat on the porch.
The dew of the morning kissed her
She felt the wind on her skin
The birds were singing
And looked at the sky, as the sun was peaking through the haze of the clouds
10, 15, 20 minutes passed as she sat there.
Eventually seeing people one by one - rush to work.
But Mia felt no rush in the moment,
as she thought
the morning met me.
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